This is a sample piece~
Perhaps in this work, there will be a lot of emotional writing like this!
This is a post I previously wrote on another site. If you find someone else using a nickname other than Heimish, please report it.
A breakup is a love that was pretty, a love that was hard, a love that was painful, or a love that was sacrificial.
No matter what kind of love you have, it always hurts.
The magnitude of the pain may vary, but it rarely brings us joy in the end.
And, in cases where parting is the most regrettable and difficult.
If you truly loved someone, still love them, and the relationship was really pretty and good.
The moment you break up, it's not because you doubt each other's love, but because you've encountered realistic problems.
If it is a breakup that was inevitably chosen due to such problems.
So I'm sick enough now.
Love is a vine, like the morning glory.
What is a vine?A general term for plants that grow by attaching to or wrapping around other objects rather than erecting their own stems.
When you love, you grow like a normal plant, but at some point you find yourself relying on and relying on the other person.
Also, when the person you were leaning on disappears, the time it takes for you to stand again can vary depending on how much you relied on that person.
Because that person is so pretty.
When I told him with my own mouth that I was breaking up with him, I had to endure a pain far greater than any other breakup I had ever experienced.
When I heard that even that person was quite shocked by the sudden announcement of the breakup and spent the night crying, my heart ached even more.
But, when faced with realistic problems, I wonder how much pain and hurt that long wait for me will bring to you later.
I could guess it well enough.
That's why I let that person go.
I know very well how difficult it is for me when my people are hurt and suffering because of me.
At some point, the only songs on my lips were breakup songs and sad songs.
When I listen to the songs I always liked because of the tone of the song and the singer's emotional line, in my current situation
People who said they cried while listening to the song.
I was able to understand a little bit.
Because my voice was shaking as I sang along.
Tears and weakness, when brief, can provide emotional comfort.
When I fell because I couldn't bear the tears, weakness, and pain.
If I can't get up, I might lose my way, let alone keep up with others.
When the plant that supported it disappears, the morning glory can stand alone someday.
Until time heals,
I was waiting.
But that person was painfully pretty.
As I was getting ready to stand up, stepping on the small flower pot, the thought of a support beaming through my mind naturally crossed my mind.
I missed everything and started preparing to get back up again.
That foolish morning glory didn't know.
The fact that he is a morning glory.
So, the fact that you are a vine.
So, without a host plant, without a support.
The fact that I can't get up
Even after so much time had passed, the morning glory could not rise.
That poor flower gradually withered away.
Sadly, when that one flower withered and died,
Only then did a prop emerge.
The support that was not even visible when I wished for it so much.
That one support that was so desperately needed
When the plant withers and dies.
Only then did he come and help the plant get up.
Not knowing that the plant had already lost its life.
I only realized this after I had painstakingly planted the plants.
A poor morning glory
That he is already dead
A single morning glory flower was reborn as a beautiful ornamental plant.
I can stand alone, forgetting all love
Look pretty
Ornamental plants are plants grown for their leaf color and shape. Examples include rubber trees and maples. They are ornamental plants.
With a pretty face, when facing the support, all the painful feelings called love were forgotten.
I faced the buttress with such ease.
Perhaps the morning glory was hoping to be reborn as a plant that could stand alone.
It will be a while before I see my person again with such a pretty face.
I hope it's as short as possible.
So now I'm at the stage where I'm getting up off the flower pot.
Still denying the fact that I am a morning glory.
Sonting is love🥰